Heather's POV chapter 30

My steps faltered, my body trembling as I walked towards him. Every step was forced and I was torn apart between the pain I felt on my butt and the pleasure which shot from my groin to my heart. Sweat trickled down my forehead. I couldn't help but ask why I enjoyed getting tortured by him. 

“Ah…” I stammered a bit, biting my lower lips as I moved closer to him. 

“Yes kitty, ” he growled, a twinge of satisfaction laced in his voice. 

For a fleeting moment, I regretted discussing with Phil about leaving him. The pleasure was intense, too strong for my little body to handle. I fell on the floor,my palm hitting the cold marble floor as I crawled to him. 

He sat on the chair, his muscular thighs making my pussy dampen. I felt the need to gag him till he filled my lips with his cum. 

The thought of him wanting me dead struck my mind like a bolt of lightning. Why was I craving the touch of the one person who wanted me dead?

I crawled towards him. Immediately I reached him, I sat on the floor like the loyal slut I was. My gaze, falling on his legs. 

“Don’t tell me you don't have an idea of what you are gonna do?” he asked, his hoarse voice sending darts of pleasure down my spine. 

My tongue flickered out from my lips and licked his thighs, I buried my face beneath his balls and sucked it hard,my fingers stroking his dick. His dick was so big that I could barely wrap my hand around it. 

I rubbed his dick cap and he groaned. He grabbed a handful of my hair, dragging it up, threatening to pull it off my scalp. 

He inserted his huge dick into my mouth and I gagged it, choking on its length while cupping his balls. After a while, his grip losened on my hair and I slipped from him, gasping for breath. 

He stood up, towering over me. He craddled me in his arms, pinning me again the wall. His hand moved to my exhausted pussy and he dragged out the vibrator, thrusting me deep.

My lips were slightly ajar,my vision blurry as he increased his rhythm. 

“Ah….” I moaned, my voice slicing through the thin air. 

“Be a good girl and moan my name!” he said, his voice gruff, as he subdued me with his weight, my hand clinging on his muscles arms like a life support. 

The rasping of someone's knuckles on the door interrupted  the mood and my muscles stiffened beneath me. Darren's brow furrowed slightly, a sign that he was mad. 

He didn't stop. I didn't want him to stop either, his gaze still locked on me, he thrusted deeply. Weirdly, the person knocking behind the door was persistent, this seemed to make Darren's temper flare. Mine too. 

His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury. He hissed through his clenched jaw, muttering incoherent words as he matched to the door, dropping me on the floor like a rag doll. He didn't even bother checking on me. His grip tightened around the door knob and he took a deep breath, yanking the door open. 

Kyle stood at the threshold maintaining his calm demeanor.

"What the fuck it's wrong with you?“ Darren asked. 

Kyle's gaze averted towards me and weirdly, I felt my heart skip a bit. His eyes dropped to the phone which he held in his hand. My jaw practically hit the cold marble floor as I stared at phone. It was my phone. 

I couldn't help but wonder if he had found out my plan of leaving the city. 

“Are you gonna stand there like an idiot?” Darren asked. 

Sweat beaded down my forehead and i felt my lips move, my eyes beckoning on him to seal his lips. If Darren finds out that I met Phil and planned of running away from the city, he'd crucify me. 

A smirk curled up Kyle's lips, his shoulders shrugging,

“Nothing serious. I just wanted to check on you?” he lied. 

A wave of relief hit me, thankfully he got my back. 

“Check up on me?” Darren scoffed, a hint if unbelief evident in the tone of his voice. 

“Before I went out, you were punishing her, I came back only to find the house quiet and...”

“Save me those bullshit!” he snarled, interrupting Kyle rudely.“I'm done!” he mumbled walking out. 

Kyle's eyes bored into me and he whirled around, walking out. I was weak, not dumb, I could clearly read in-between lines. I had this feeling that he knew about my escape plan and was clearly not pleased. 

The door slam shut, a sigh escaping my lips. I picked up the remaining shame left in me, walking to the bathroom. 

I turned on the faucet, resting my head on the cold sink, the cold water slapping the sink. The water rose to my chest level. 

After a few minutes, I turned on the shower, the warm liquid cascading down my spine as I washed away the sweat which was glued on my skin. I shut my eyes, my thoughts drifting back to him. Darren. 

I couldn't deny the attraction I had for him. Despite how toxic he was, I found myself loving him more, craving his touch. 

At this point, I was stupid. Yes, stupid enough to fall for a man who didn't want me as his mate. 

I rose from the bed, dragging my feet to my room and sinking on the soft mattress. I reached for my towel, rubbing it on my skin as I dried it. I applied the skin cleansing lotion on my skin, slowly massaging it. After I was done, I stood on my feet, slowly gliding to the wardrobe. Darren had changed my wardrobe and had ordered me to dress mostly in bikini. 

I wore a bikini, lying on the bed. Just as i was about to shut my eyes, I heard a gentle knock on the door, my heart skipping a beat. 

Had he told him?

I swallowed hard, not sure if it was saliva or my sanity. I let out a frustrated hiss. Throwing my feet off the bed and planting it on the cold marble floor. A chill ran down my spine as I reached the door, my hand trembling as it grabbed the door knob. One thing was sure; it wasn't Darren. I was sure of it. 

My palms were sweaty as I twisted the door nob, the hinges creaking as I opened it, my eyes falling on Kyle. 

“When were you going to tell me?” he asked, clearly upset. Before I could speak, he stepped into the room, his brow furrowing.

“You plan to breach the contract?” he asked. 

“I...I,” I stammered, thinking of the right lie I'd use to shield myself from whatever that'd come.

“Don't you dare lie to me Heather,” he growled. 

My shoulders shrugged, my gaze dropping to the floor. How was I going to tell him that I felt insecure with them? The person who had attacked was after them and i wasn't going to pay for their sins. 

The tension in the air was palpable and i felt  the walls closing in on me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my lips twisting in a way that made it look like I was about to say a word. 

“What were you thinking?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity and concern. “What if he found out?” 

“I...I'm sorry,” I muttered, my voice low. 

“You are sorry?” he scoffed, shaking his head, clearly not buying my apology 

“You think Darren would take it likely with you?” he questioned further. 

I tried to say a word but it got stuck in my throat. All I could do was stare at him. 

He rolled his eyes and muttered,

“Strip, I need you to learn!” 

My breathing hitched. I could see his dick prints. What's with men and being horny? I couldn't help but wonder if male werewolves were always this horny.

I could've argued and tell him that I was tired but weirdly, I found myself loosening the towel on my waist. His lips crashed onto mine and he craddled me in his arms, slowly biting my earlobe as he whispered,

“I care about you, Heather,"

That was rich coming from someone like him. He placed me on the table, fucking my boobs, the table creaking on my weight.

I could hear him moan deeply, his eyes rolling as his dick passed between my boobs. Thankfully, he didn't go for my pussy. 

I let him have his fun for a while before spewing his sprouted seeds in my mouth. 

“if I dare find out you try to escape from us...” he paused, his lips folding into a thin line. His gaze piercing into my skin, burning me from the inside. 

“I will not hesistate to report you to Darren, is that clear?”

I gave him a quick nod, sucking the remaining cum from his dick cap. 

Was his threat going to stop me from trying to get my freedom? Definitely not.